Monday, September 17, 2012
Ok, first off, I injured my lower back last week, nothing big jsut the typical run of the mill "help i've fallen & i can't get up" that lasted about 3 days, needless to say I was useless on the workout train. On the upside, i was in too much pain to venture to the fridge very often.
NOW, i finally recovered this weekend and was raring to go. Knowing Andy would be lame on Friday, shaving his head and being lazy, i made plans to go out with the ladies. Some ladies that I LOVE hanging out with, because they're the type that just buy appetizers and pass them around, so no big heavy eating ensued. However come saturday, Andy was still Lame and didn't want to do anything. After 3 days of laying around, this infuriated me. So I called to my mother to vent, and quickly realize, usually she is calling me to vent the same thing about my father. I've married my father. Lame-o sit around the house and do nothing slugs. Mind you, he wasn't always this way, but the last 2 years, I've really come to see, that he can be VERY boring and a hermit, especially once cooler weather hits.
FF to Sunday now Hubby hurts his back. Its a lumbar strain, similar to mine, but I can feel an egg sized bump in his back where his is injured where mine was all over. Now he's crying like a baby. I mean really. Sure I laid around and didn't do much on my days of injury, but he grunts everytime he moves, tosses and turns and keeps me up all night, needs to be rubbed, needs to be waited on. Gimmie a break. Pop a few advil and shut up. I can't handle it, i don't want to go home. Calgon, take me awwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaay!